At the Black-Clothed Man's question, the old man smiled, but it was only a smile; he gave no answer.
Shaking his head lightly, the old man said slowly, "You don't need to know why. I will handle this matter for you personally. Just wait patiently."
"Remember, patience is our greatest friend." With that, the Old Man stepped out of the study.
The Black-Clothed Man watched the Old Man leave, his eyes filled with confusion. But in the end, his resolve hardened, and he chose to trust him.
Near dawn.
Alliance Emperor Peter Romanov's hiding place.
Low, heavy footsteps sounded. The Old Servant Lan Li appeared and, with aged steps, walked before the long-waiting Peter Romanov to report, "Your Majesty, those people have made their move. Just as you predicted, they truly went too far. To climb higher, they would stop at nothing, even sacrificing the Alliance's interests."
"Hmph!" Peter Romanov snorted heavily. It was impossible to tell whether his face showed anger or mockery. "I knew it would be like this. Then let them receive the 'reward' they deserve. Notify the troops and act at once. If they admit their mistakes in time, give them a chance and bring them before me to repent. If they resist to the end, do not hesitate. Execute them on the spot! Go!"
With that, Peter Romanov waved a hand. Every movement he made now carried a murderous aura.
"Yes." The Old Servant replied, but did not move.
Peter Romanov blinked. Looking at the Old Servant, he seemed to recall something and added, "Oh, right. Contact Oscar as well and have him come see me. I need him to assist with some of the follow-up matters."
"Yes." The Old Servant nodded, but still did not move.
Peter Romanov looked at the Old Servant